Snow White just let go of her baby to put in the enchanted cabinet so her little girl may one day come back and save all the fairy tale characters from the coming curse. As Prince Charming takes their daughter from their room where Emma was just born, Snow breaks down crying. Sobbing.
In that moment my breath catches. I have to stop myself. I take a breath, and midway through I breathe a little deeper. Have you ever done that? It works.
I got to talk to my son today. It was an unexpected surprise for which I was grateful. Each of the ten minutes. Each second.
I have cleaned up his room some. Got a lovely comforter/curtain set from my mom which I put in his room. Took down his keyboard and slid it under his bed. But he's still there. His books, his albums, his stereo, and all of his clothes. But it's not summer camp this time, is it?
He's doing great. One day at a time.
We've all just realized it's not like he'll be coming home for summer. He won't be coming home after he's trained. This is his life, and adjusting to the knowledge that "life as we know it" is something different is hard to grasp.
But it's all good. It's as it is supposed to be. And I cannot wait until he is free to talk, we can see him, and the next stage starts. He's on a great adventure and this is just the beginning.
Unlike Once Upon a Time we aren't stuck in a land where happy endings don't exist. In fact, I still know very well that God will turn all things for good. Things will get hard, and times can be difficult, but in the end all will be well. For him and for us.
But I do miss him.